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One of twelve

born to be slave

his name means betray

By his crime crucified

By his lies putrified

our future denied

When blasphemy calls

He shall respond

The passion foretold, is in his hands to be done

(But) man of Keriot

what you don't know

(is that) your steps were enchained eons ago

The last of the twelve

Always in shade

A crimson curse he has to obey

A martyr of faith

can't renegate

The way that the tyrant has instigated

A pious philanthropy

Incoherent misanthropy

We're just actors in his tragedy

Children of sin

raped in a reverie

that Christians calls liberty

Chorus:

Thy ominous presence is the essence,

we're enslaved by his omniscience.

Universal cosmic plan, no glorious path to paradise

Insidious beliefs, dogmatic oppression,

the recalling structure of our nature.

Stormed with grace, with grace we decay,

under thy eternal masquerade.

As the ashes remain an ancient domain,

 olden retribution of the ones we should forsake.

 Black and sad reunion, in oblivion they dwell,

 trinity of confusion-farewell...

The gates are corrupted and covered with sins,

 negative euphoria for utopic "free will",

 no more moral strings their servants pull,

No Judas survives to be part in this farse!!!!!

A distant gleam in a star filled night

Nocturnal glide in the heart of mankind

It's in contradiction

With Thy almighty mind

Repeat Chorus